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Note N2864 Index
Frances Brite indicates that Mary D. Hodges Calcote, widow of Willis M. . was still living in 1920 in Natchez.
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Note N2868 Index
Dan was the owner of the Calcote tomb in Greenwood Cemetery, New Orleans, La.
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Note N2872 Index
Times Picayune obituary notice for Maary Farnham Calcote, March 14, 1931 listed daughter, Mrs. Mattie Jones of Alexandria, LA.
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Note N2905 Index
Della was related to Billy Buckles, who owned the big mansion on the east side of Natchez, D'VEREAUX? His wife still lives there.
The 1910 Census indicates that Della, age 60, lived with her son, William Cade Calcote.
On her tombstone in Mt. Carmel Cemetery in Franklin County, Ms., there is engraved in
large letters, "Mother". The book on tombstones in Franklin County, Ms. reports that Della's name was Frances Fidelia. Her parents were William Duncan Buckels and Anna Ford daughter of John Ford.
Helen Calcote Wilson notes: Some of Della's brothers and sisters weighed about 100 lbs. because of T.B.
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Note N2906 Index
Lee Calcote lived in the Delta and died there. He had large holdings and also rented some farm land. Thus at one time he sent out a request for William Cade and his family to come to the Delta to assist him in the huge farm undertaking. They went two different times, the last time being less than a year.
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Note N2907 Index
Franklin County Marriage Records:
1/24/1895 W.C. Calcote married to Anna Bounds.
William Cade Calcote moved to the Delta about 1920. His brother Lee preceded him there. Aunt Jeffie told of hearing "Bill" tell about the flood of 1927. The whole family of William Cade returned from the Delta about 1929, purchased a place in the Hamburg Community, lost it during the depression, moved to
Eddiston, later to the Bunkley Community. All of the kids of Ernest were born in the Bunkley Community.
William Cade was young when both his father and mother passed away.
The 1910 Census indicates that his mother, Della, age 60, lived with him .
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Note N2909 Index
Note from material of Moffett:
Her husband was named Tom Allen. They died in 36 or 37. A man named Joe Smith, a son in law, came by their house and killed both of them. He was a game warden. He was in prison for life.
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Note N2951 Index
Gerald divorced from Vesta in 1957.
Gerald had a full military funeral with a 21 gun salute.
His sister, Carmoleta Calcote Roberts called Frances Brite with the information of Gerald's death. Frances notified the Calcote Reunion of the death for memorial service.
Letter written July 14, 2000 by Carmoleta Calcote Roberts to Frances Brite:
Dear Frances,
I'm ready to order another Calcote book. This one is to be sent to my nephew Mike Daughtry in Oregon.
Mike is the second son of my late brother Gerald Calcote and his first wife Vesta. Gerald and Vesta divorced in 1957 when Mike and Gary were one and four. Vesta then married Jim Daughtry. He adopted Mike and Gary, changed their names, and moved them to a new location without trace. The boys were lost from Gerald for seventeen years.
Gerald and I searched diligently all those years but because we didn't know their new names, were not allowed to get their names, not allowed to inquire at schools or any other places of record, we repeatedly came up empty. Gary had been named Gary Douglas Daughtry but we couldn't even find that out. Through the years we gathered bits and pieces of information.
We finally got a break due to a miraculous and direct answer to prayer one morning in 1974. I was driving into Ft. Smith, AR that morning to begin a new job. As I drove across the Arkansas River I concluded my audible prayer by asking God for the (umpteenth time it seemed) to please help me find Mike and Gary. Having arrived early, I met for the first time the lady I would be working with. While waiting for others to arrive, we visited and soon we both found we shared a strong faith in God. She "happened" to mention that her son was in the Air Force and stationed in the Philippines. I had traced Gary to the same place but couldn't find him because I didn't know how to spell his name (so many spellings for Daughtry or Dougherty -- and we could only guess at pronunciation). I told her about my search for Gary. She assured me that if Gary was on that base, her son could find him. She would ask. I was ecstatic at the prospect. I worked there for only three weeks, though, because my family needed me to be home. I had to quit. I called Dorothy a couple of times after that but she hadn't heard anything. She's check with her son.
I finally gave it up as another dead end. Two months had passed when one morning my phone rang. It was Dorothy Thames. "I have a name and a phone number for you " she said excitedly. And, as Paul Harvey says, "Now you know the rest of the story."
It was a long and heart-rending seventeen years but it finally came to a happy, albeit bittersweet, end. That's been 26 years ago now and thankfully we have been family ever since. You never recover those lost years but God has certainly been wonderful in restoring us all as a family.
Both boys had kept in close touch with Gerald all these years since 1974 with phone calls and visits. At the time of Gerald's death (while he was in the hospital that final week), Mike and Doug lost their step-dad Jim Daughtry (who had raised them and been the only dad they knew they had until we finally found them.) He'd been critically burned at his home in Seattle, Washington, and unexpectedly succombed on the very same day that Gerald was taken to the hospital in Little Rock, AR. Because Vesta died several years earlier, Jim was all the family Doug and Mike and their sister Vicki Daughtry had. Both boys were in Seattle attending Jim's funeral when they got news that Gerald was critical and wouldn't last long. They returned to their homes and within a day Gerald passed away. Doug and wife Jane flew from their home in Vacaville, CA, and Mike and wife Doreen drove straight through from La Grande, OR to Roland, OK, round trip, without rest other than the night after the funeral. That says it all as far as I'm concerned. Both boys got to know Gerald and to love him. For that I am so thankful
Thank you for letting me share this bit of family saga, Frances. Perhaps now you can understand why these boys are so special to me. I cared and lived with pain with Gerald for so many years that they came to feel more like my sons than nephews. Perhaps you can understand.
Sincerely, Carmoleta Roberts